A short story about the life of Katherine Russo- the CEO of the nation-wide news outlet 'Cup of Truth' and Jamie Caldwell- the head of 'Flash'- the leading brand in women's fashion as they both decide to tie the knot in accordance with their parents...
•Katherine• I was lying down on Jamie's bed and both of us were quiet. All I could think about was apologising for hitting him on the head but every time I said that I overreacted or apologised, he interrupted with 'it's okay's' and 'you had the right to be mad'.
He was so kind. It was unreal.
It was so quiet that I could hear our parents shuffling around downstairs, getting ready to go home. I guess the smarter choice was to leave instead of involving themselves in all this.
I sighed. 'I know this is going way too fast Jamie.' I was looking up at the ceiling and so was he. 'All those couples in love spend months, all the way up to a year or more, planning their wedding and here are the two of us- meeting one day, wedding planning the next. I understand that it's overwhelming and I understand if you have lingering feelings for Amelia- we could put this on pause or we could break it off if that's what-'
He sat up and turned to me, moving my hair strands away from my face till he could look me in the eye. 'I don't like Amelia. I never have. This might be going fast but I'm not the one who will hit the brakes.'
I could almost feel the stare burning into my heart that seemed to be thumping faster than ever. A month or so before today, I didn't know him and now, both of us were willing to full speed without the seatbelts on.
He leaned in closer and only one thing was swimming through my mind- what he might feel for Amelia. No matter how many times he said consoling words, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't help but think about it, question it, doubt everything we had.
A tear rolled down the side of my cheek and I got up as fast as I could, wiping it off carefully before he noticed.
'What's wrong Kat?' he whispered, his arm resting lightly on my shoulder.
Too late.
I shook my head to say 'nothing' but he didn't believe me. He say quietly behind me, waiting for me to turn to him. I looked back with a small smile, slowly shifting my whole body to face him.
I couldn't help but think of the little boy who used to sit on my hospital bed, singing me songs in his god-awful voice till my sides hurt from laughing at him.
Jamie took my hand and placed it between his palms, gazing intently at our intermingled fingers. 'Tell me something,' he said, drawing a little flower on the back of my hand.
I raised an eyebrow in question. Tell him what? There's so much to say but at the same time, silence seems to fit best.
'Anything nice, anything you like.' He was still drawing flowers and looking at my hand while I stared at his ruffled hair and the soft expression on his face.
'Sea horses mate for life and travel holding each other's tail.'
He laughed and tilted his head to look at me, my hand falling limply in his lap as he smiled and shook his head. 'A typical science student- never knowing how to look at the romantic side of things.'
I thought that was a really romantic fact, better than the fact about flesh-eating spiders by a whole mile, but apparently it wasn't romantic enough for him.
He picked up my hand again and I smiled at his dedication to hold it.
'I can tell you a story.' This is it, I thought to myself, this is where I come clean and tell him that I do remember it. That I remember him.
'There was a little girl who got hit in the head, causing a hematoma. Do you know what that is?' I could feel my voice getting softer as I spoke but I tried to go on anyway.
Jamie rolled his eyes and groaned. 'Is this another science thing? Some sort of medical fact?' I shook my head to say no. 'It better not be,' he warned.
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'Well, the girl had to be operated on because a hematoma can cause permanent brain damage or be fatal. After the operation, when she woke up, she had to go through lots of processes and therapy and stuff and it was tough. Her mom couldn't be there all the time for her but she met this boy in the hospital and he would give her extra packets of chocolate pudding.'
I lifted my head to look at Jamie and I could see a flash of recognition on his face. Like he knew how this story was going to end.
'He would read her stories but because his reading level was low, he'd read only the words he knew- leading to a story that made no sense whatsoever. He would doodle on her arms and legs with those markers used in ORs if she was asleep so-'
'So when she woke up, she could see them and smile.' Jamie had cut me off and was trying desperately to look into my eyes but I kept shying away from his gaze. He left my arm in his lap and when I looked up tears were streaming down his face.
I inched closer, stretching my arm out to wipe his tears when he pulled me into a tight hug.
I froze.
'You remember,' he whispered, his voice garbled and distorted due to the crying, his tears moistening my shoulder and my sleeve. I wrapped an arm around him and gently placed a hand on his back.
'I- I spent so long looking for you. When I finally found you- you didn't even- you didn't even remember. It broke my heart.'
I put my head on his shoulder and I could hear his heart beating. It was comforting. Although my back hurt from how awkwardly I was seated, it still felt nice. It felt warm.
'I'm sorry Jamie. I'm sorry I couldn't remember and I'm sorry that I didn't try to. I just thought it wouldn't be worth the pain but I was wrong.' My voice was cracking and I could feel my cheeks get wet with tears.
'You're here now- that's what matters right?'
~ A/N: do you guys want to know about why she was in the hospital, why she got dissociative amnesia, why Jamie was in the hospital and all that? Cuz I might add it later. Just let me know. Love ya guys. Don't forget to vote and comment <3
